A Present for Mommy

Title: A Present for Mommy

Author: Itsuka

Rating: R

Summary: Death and Violence in the mind of a psychotic child.

Warnings: Semi-graphic character death, evil plushie

I'm not sure whether this could be considered a fanfic... It was inspired by
X/1999 and

Tokyo Babylon's Seishirou Sakurazuka's sakura tree... I wrote this when I was
pissed off...

A Present for Mommy

Scarlet blood ran in rivulets down her arms. The first strike was carefully
placed in a

nonfatal spot, a leg, but it served the purpose of delaying the victim's escape.


Staring curiously at the red lifeblood, a hint of insanity sparked in her eyes.
So beautiful,

tantalising, the liquid was. With its sight and smell, arose the urge to
taste... How delicious.

How ironic that this sustainer of life would be the reason for the death of
countless.

I want more...

She suddenly whirled towards the wall she had thrown the victim against. Gone.
Empty.

Baring her teeth in annoyance, she stalked out of the deserted alley.

The chase has begun...

The victim frantically hobbled, wincing from the pain emminating from the
bleeding leg.

Desperately putting as much distance between 'self and it.
Deliciously unaware that the attempt

was in vain. How she loved when they struggled, it gave her a thrill lost in her
normal life.

How tedious that had become. Jumping from roof to roof, gliding like a dark
sceptre, blocking

the light of the moon. She could see the hairs on her victim's neck rise and the
muscles tensing.

That blood, that beautiful blood must've turned cold inside out. She would let
her victim suffer

just a little longer... Afterall, they were all the more scrumptious when they
fully succumbed to

their fear, mind forever lost to the light of hope.

Just a little longer, pretty, and free you from your horrible fleshly prison
I will...

Clutching tighter to her soft plushie, musn't let it get lost, mommy would
scold... she allowed

herself to descend from her perch, the folds of cherry blossom pink flower dress
fluttering around her.

The clack of her little black slippers hitting ground caused the victim to turn
too fast, meeting the ground.

The sight of the sweet looking little girl with her large maniacal blue eyes,
and haloed deceptively in

the dark with the light of a street lamp, sent fearful shudders down the spine
of the victim.

Brain sent frantic run signals, but the signals could not penetrate the fog of
endless fear.

There's no escape...

In a flicker of the lamppost, she lunged at her victim, eyes red, claws exposed.
Her adorable plushie

became a creature of hell. A splash of warm blood spirled into the air before
the victim's bewildered

eyes, belatedly wondering where the blood was from. The answer was apparent in
the still beating

heart held in a dainty blood covered hand, then devoured by the plushie. The
glowing eyes of the

plushie turned to the paralized victim, bloodlust gleaming. It pounced and the
victim's vision was

invaded by inky darkness as consciousness escaped its' weakened cage.

Plushie is stained now... Why couldn't you die more cleanly...

The next morning, a happy couple on a date encountered the mangled body hanging
from a cherry tree.

Chunks of flesh was ripped out and the blood was drained. As the police
investigated the ninth

bloodless death of the year, no one was aware of the sweet child watching from
above, within the

delicately fluttering pink petals, hugging a plushie. The wide blue eyes shone
in anticipation of the next victim.

Do you like your present, Mommy?

Please review ^^.